I am a pimple that won't go away...

I hate when things don't go according to plan. Like that family tree project thingy. It took, o rather, let me say, it's taking way longer than we expected to finish it. We didn't even finish it last night. And because of that, Cic's plan for dinner and anniversary pre-celebration has had to be postponed. Motherfreaker man....

I am a late package...TWO of them to be exact...

I loathe incompetence...
I really do. I've been getting screwed on deliveries lately...
I ordered something the other day and had it sent to my friend, who has a PO Box. I find out that UPS does not deliver to PO Boxes so I called the retailer(it was a web store) and tell them my current situation. The customer service dude was cool. He goes, "Yes, you're right, UPS will not deliver to a PO BOX. Let me cancel your previous order and make another order and change the shipping option to USPS instead of UPS." So he gives me a new order number and I'm thinkin, "Cool, that was easy." The next day, I get an e-mail from said(or unsaid) retailer that my order has been shipped. I'm thinkin, "dang, that was quick," except I notice that I am given a UPS tracking number! So I call the store again, and tell them what happened. I find out that the dude that re-did my order freakin forgot to change the UPS to USPS, so that whole first phone call was completely pointless. And now, I can't do anything until the package arrives in California, after which I must find it's location and THEN tell them I need to change the shipping to UPS. I dont' have to pay anything else, but DUDE...wtf?
Here's the second scenario. I order ANOTHER item, actually, it was two items, from a different place. I get the confirmation e-mail and I find out both of my orders have been shipped. I receive one like 2 days later, and the 2nd, has yet to come in. It was supposed to come by a certain date, and I still do not have it. I look at the e-mail and there's like a 7 day window of when I am gonna receive it. The 2nd order was smaller and easier to ship out than the first...so it's either lost or totally delayed. And now, I am delayed....argh. Can't we just get our packages on time? W/o all the hassle? Sheesh!

Here's a funny little thought that came from my conversation with Cic. The cliche "I feel like a million bucks" doesn't really say much anymore. Because a million bucks is only a nice, but measly little two or three bedroom somewhere in Orange County. That statement is totally outdated. You have to say, I feel like a million gallans of gas, or like 10 million bucks or something. Funny how the times can actually make sayings obsolete...

I am a heartwarming story...

This really touched me...
Forwarded by Dana
You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line. There isn't one. Read it anyway.

My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question.

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball.

Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"

Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging. Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play.

The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing bysix runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on o ur team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield.

Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to throw the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher took the ball and turned and threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"

Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had the ball.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home.

Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay, run home!"

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

I wish that I was the former, but I have to be honest, there have been times where I've been the latter... :( Just goes to show how meaningful a seemingly small act can be.

I am en empty beer keg...

Sin salsa, please!
Rosarito was awesome. It was a good little reunion with some old old friends. A weekend of libations and good times. Plus Cic finally got to hang out w/ these old friends I always talk about but she never really saw too much. Man, I haven't had that much beer in a really long time, probably had about 6 or 7 the first night, and probably about 9 or 10 the second. But hey, when you can't drink water...beer is the only alternative, ha ha ha. The weekend was comprised mostly of chillin, eating, and drinking. Didn't do anything out of the ordinary. We had cheap lobster at Puerto Nuevo, drank a bit before having dinnera t Macho Taco, which was probably one of the funnest dinners I've had in a long while. We didn't really mind that our food took so long to get to us because we were too busy takin pictures, dancing, and just being as raucous as we could be. The beach wasn't totally hot, but we still got a few hours of beach relaxation time in. It was just really good to hang out w/ all those guys again.
Oh, a word to the wise...when the local Mexican kids in Rosarito say, "Sin salsa" when you're trying to order some food for them, then it probably wasn't a good idea for you to have salsa on yours. That's pretty much what happened when we went to the local taco place across the street from our hotel. Some people in our group decided to buy some of the little kids some tacos after they made their order and they kept saying, "Sin salsa." And we sure found out why. They dumped the salsa on our burritos and tacos...and O-M-G, it was one of the spiciest salsas I have ever had in my life. I mean, I'm not a very huge spicy-food eater, but I think I can handle a good amount. But even the people that could eat real spicy stuff were saying it was way too spicy. So next time you're in rosarito and you're eating at a local mexican joint, just say, "Sin salsa, por favor..."

Why you no tip?!?
Kevin and Bean had some little segment on tipping this morning, specifically celebrity and a bunch of people were calling in about famous people they've had to serve and how some would leave a big ass tip and some wouldn't. I don't really know if when they said they didn't tip if it meant they didn't tip big or not at all. But I think it kinda bothered me, because they would talk crap about the people who didn't tip like a bill for a $200 total. The thing that got to me was like just because someone had a lot of money, they were expected to tip this huge amount. Like Shaq always tips hundreds extra, and that Donald Trump didn't. I think it would suck to be a celebrity and be expected to tip this huge amount of money, simply because I could, or had the means to do so. That's why these celebrities are always bitching about money, because they use it so lavishly and unresponsibly. I mean, I know they do a lot of crazy shit, like buying $2000 purses and that stuff, but that's a whole different thing. I just don't think they should be put down because they don't tip 40 or 50%.
Reminds me of that once scene from Reservoir Dogs about tipping. Mr Pink doesn't believe in tipping....ha ha ha.

Anyway, pictures to come...from Cic of course, not me, he he he.

I am an early wakeup call...

I sure do appreciate and have a heightened respect for the type of work pop used to do and for laborers everywhere. I don't know if I've mentioned this already, but my parents decided to do this little patio "expansion" type thing out in the front yard. (This is all backstory, but since I have the habit if jumping straight to the punchline w/o the meat, I'll lay it all out) It's kind of hard to explain, but basically, we're laying out concrete in this little design thing that Brandy(Jos' bro-in-law) created for mom. The concrete is gonna take up most of the space in our pretty barren front yard, so we don't have to put grass....or that much grass that pop will have to maintain. In fact, we might be laying stone around the concrete and just make it one of those all stone type front yards. Anyway, as it is, we started to lay out the frame and stuff early Saturday morning. We drew it out on the dirt, dug about 4" deep throughout the entire area and created "walls" with bendable plywood. We supported the walls with wooden stakes all throughout and floated rebar throughout the space. Rebar is basically used for concrete reinforcement, so that it won't crack if a lot of weight is sitting on top of it. Now had the depth of the hole been about a foot deep, then the rebar wouldn't be necessary. However, w/ projects like this it is important to have. Btw - the concrete they lay out for runways at the ariport are over 4 feet thick...that's a lot of frickin concrete! After the frame wsa completed, we had to fill the foundation of the hole with pea gravel...which helps the concrete settle somewhat and just helps w/ water runoff. 500 lbs of pea gravel was just enough to cover it all up. Now, it was time for the concrete. We had previously ordered 20 45lb bags of concrete and had it delivered to the house; that's a little more than 900 lbs, after you add the water to it. It ended up only filling LESS than 1/4 of the entire thing! That took a lot of time to do...and obviously we would be needing more concrete. So we ordered concrete from an industrial concrete delivery company, which came today...

THIS is where my story actually begins. The truck arrives at 6AM. My parents were convinced that it would only take 12 minutes to unload 3 CUBIC YARDS of concrete(Basically you get 4 minutes to unload per cubic hard of concrete before they start charging a standing time of $2/min). Apparently, they had the idea that the tubes from the truck could reach the project area...unfortunately, they were mistaken. It was too far in the street to reach, plus, the fence and the tree in front of the house were blocking any possiblity of laying the tubes straight to it's final destination. One would think that the truck could've just driven onto the driveway and worked from there...nope. Those trucks are so heavy that they'll completely crack your entire driveway...unless your driveway is an airport runway. So the only option was to wheelbarrow lil loads of concrete from the truck, drop it into the patio and even it out w/ shovels. It took pop, my uncle Manding, the concrete deliverey dude(he was really nice and helped us out...A LOT) and myself a little over an hour to finish pouring all the conrete. It truly was pretty backbreaking work man. Shoveling all that concrete...I would have to say that we must've poured about 1500-2000 lbs...ish is quite heavy. I definitely got in all the workout I need for a while. It took about another 30 or so minutes to smooth it all out and to clean everything up. All in all, we paid an extra $150 on top of the concrete, but the project is finally done!!! So here I am at work...a little late..but alive and feeling a little accomplished. I should've taken before/after pics, but oh well...I'll post some when it's all done. I tip my hat off to all conrete layerouters out there...

I am a changed setting...

-Why do you wear your socks inside out?
-Socks are poorly designed, the seams are on the inside...hurts the toes.
I don't really get socks. I am not very happy w/ the latest set that I purchased from target. And I think I have 12 pairs of them. Well, actually they only started to annoy me this week, so maybe it's only one of the packs(since I bought 2). It's funny when you're looking for socks, the ranges are so damn big. The ones I bought fit shoe sizes 6-12! What the heck? How does it fit someone who has a size 6 foot AND can fit someone with a size 12 foot? I just don't get it. Is it like magic material that will conform to the appropriate size once worn for the first time? I don't think so. But alas, I had no choice, I needed socks. So now I'm wearing a pair of white cotton socks that seem to be sliding around on me alot...and the seam at the toes seems much too big...argh. I guess socks in are poorly engineered...at least your average sock is. Of course there are those higher end socks, but who wants to pay like 20 bucks for 3 or 4 pairs of socks, just for everyday wear? I guess I do, he he he.

I have a deadline to meet by Monday at 12. BUT, I've been taking my sweet time and am -1 day of work because I'm going to Rosarito this weekend...and I'm blogging. I sure need to get my priorities sorted out...

I am a sticky situation...

Happy Belated Birthdays to my boy Chris and to my new nephew Jaylin(sp?)
(I was supposed to post this a few days ago, but I didn't finish the entry, so I forgot...my bad guys) I know I know, I already posted pictures of the little tyke...sue me.

A round of applause for my cousin Lan and her man Mike for their newest addition to their family, Jaylin(sp? again) Fonacier, born last night and was 7 lbs 1 oz!!! Congrats you too! That's actually August 9, 2005, so his b-day is actually a different day than yours, boboy, my bad.

I had to do it
I wasn't really gonna blog about this, but someone, who shall remain nameless, told me to... The whole thing started with the fact that I didn't go...I should've, but I didn't...dammit. I knew I was gonna run into a problem when I second-guessed my decision about going pee, or rather, not going, before I left work yesterday. I thought to myself, "Eh, I can just go when I get to the gym, it's only about 25 minutes away." (I had a game yesterday after work.) I've done it tons of times before. I once held my pee on an entire flight to New Jersey. So of course, it should be an easy task. How wrong I was... I am no more than 10 minutes on the freeway when it happens...the urge to go suddenly takes control of my whole being. It feels like I had been holding it for hours already. I don't know if it was something on the radio, or I saw a puddle or what, but I now really really REALLY had to go. So of course I am in the far left lane and in 10-25 mph traffic. I searched around in desperation, not knowing what to do, pleading, begging God for a miracle; a way to go now w/o having to wet myself. And then I saw it...it had been there all along...an almost empty Gatorade bottle! He had answered my prayers...relief was coming! So, ever so cautiously, I took the gatorade bottle and VERY inconspicuously went. Yes, I peed in the gatorade bottle. I thought I was home free...but then the pee I had been holding was a big one...and the bottle was starting to fill up. I don't know if you're imagining this whole situation, but the bottle is currently tipped sideways to make going inconspicuously much easier. So I had to slide up higher in my seat so that I could straighten the bottle some more. It took a lot of determination to slowly advance my vehicle, make sure no one could see me, AND go at the same time. When I finally finished, I capped the bottle, and put it in the back, making SURE I didn't mix it up w/ the bottle I was gonna drink after my game. I then wiped the sweat off my brow and gave a HUGE sigh of relief. I thank thanked GOD for giving me that empty...well, THEN empty bottle. Talk about stress!!!!

I am a warm welcome into the world...

Not hers...he's my cousin's!



Little Jaylin(sp? still not sure)

Crazy how tiny we start out...

I am a short entry...

Didn't have time to write much today...will try to write tonight...but here's somethin for now...

Proof that it's not our fault we can't hear our women...or any women for that matter.
LONDON (AFP) - Men who are accused of never listening by women now have an excuse -- women's voices are more difficult for men to listen to than other men's, a report said...
HA!

I am a strand of silvery substance, neither liquid nor gas...

I hate being so damn forgetful...I forgot my basketball after our Tuesday game and I just realized it right now. I had already lost a ball earlier in the year...but luckily, I got hooked up through this church league I played in for a TF-1000 for pretty cheap. I e-mailed the commish of the league, just to see if someone picked it up...and thank God, someone did. There are good people out there...and they're not after your balls, he he he. But anyway, I digress...I think my forgetfulness gets me into trouble at times. I can only imagine what frustration people go through when someone always forgets stuff, events, dates, etc. And I wish I could help it, but how could I? It would definitely be on the top of my list if there were like 10 things we could get rid of to improve ourselves...but unfortunately, such a thing does not exist. I'm glad I have patient and understanding people around me...he he he...THANKS BEEB :)

Girls Next Door
Anyone hear about this new reality show? It's about Hugh Hefner and 3 playmates(?) I think. Well for sure it's about Hef and there are these 3 girls, and it's some kind of reality show...what exactly they do, I have no idea. Probably have playmate parties at the mansion, where they just wear their undies(damn you Hef!), and just hang around. I think it's kind of a reach as far as a reality show is concerned, but hey...money and cleavage talks...

That last topic kinda segues into my next...the Future...
Sometimes I get really sad and scared because I just think that the future of our kind is headed towards it's doom. And it's not MY future that I fear...it's that of my kids and grandkids(should I be graced with any).
25-50 years ago:
I wasn't around yet, but there were certainly huge things going on. We were dealing with both World Wars, the Cuban Missile Crisis and Vietnam. Civil Rights was one of the major issues of the day and not everyone was equal. Opportunity did not knock on your door unless you were white, yet America was still seen as the land of opportunity. My parents were still dreaming to one day arrive here and raise their family(which they would eventually do), along w/ most of my friends and family. Technology was definitely not as advanced as it was now, but there was the radio, and the TV show. Imagination played a big part in entertainment, such as the War of the Worlds radio broadcast. People had to dream up what they were hearing, not force-fed someone's interpretation of it(See Lou's Entry titled "Take on me" for his own thoughts about imagination and technology.
Today
Now, there IS no World War really to think about. What we have to think about now is the fact that any day, there could be another terrorist attack, whether you are on a plane, on a bus, on a subway, or anything. That the threat of attack is just as bad as the attack itself. That there are people out there who prey on their victims with fear...and it works. The environment is steadily getting worse and worse. Overpopulation and environmental resources are major major issues. We have to keep in mind that there are those out there on the roads that may actually try to kill you...because you got in their way. Technology is at a golden age, where seemingly everything that was once "impossible" is already available. Imagination has had it's legs cut off, and pretty much accessible to the relatively few books and other artistic expressions. We are given visualizations rather than coming up w/ our own, everything on TV is a reality show...even though these things aren't REALISTIC. Even songs have relatively no meaning nowadays, and new beats are few and far between. Sit-coms of the 80's and 90's are pretty much obsolete.

Does it seem like we have improved? In some ways yes...but in a lot of ways, no. I contemplate the type of life our children are gonna have...and I have to admit I am sometimes dismayed...

Well to avoid from being TOTALLY negative...
"In adversity, there is always opportunity"

I am a cornered dustbunny....

I decided to finally start cleaning my room last night, I think I've been keeping it at bay so long because I knew it was gonna be a hard job, and it certainly is gonna be a big undertaking. I have therefore decided to break it into the following stages...
Initial run throughThis is what I did, or started doing, last night. I sorted all my bills and placed them into their corresponding folder locations in my file cabinet. I did a couple loads of laundry and folded/hung all the clean laundry that had been already in my room. I threw away most of the trash lying around, and started going through some of the stuff I've been keeping for too long(of which I have something to say...but later). I also placed my old movie tickets and other ticket stubs in my box(which are supposed to be put into some collage thing, another one of my million projects). I still need to make sure all my DVD's are at least on my shelves and all the other junk in my room is accounted for and I know where they should go. I can also do an initial wipedown of my desk and stuff like that. Hopefully, I can be done by tonight.
Deep cleaning This is where I'm going to go through my closet, get rid of clothes that I no longer need. For that I will really need to look at my wardrobe realistically, or else I won't throw anything away. Maybe Cic's fashionista eye will help a little...but it might be too much, cuz she doesn't like about 75% of my wardrobe, he he he. Anyway, the discarded clothes will be either sent to my relatives in the Philippines, or to Goodwill. I will also gather all of the old electronics and put them into once box so I can bring them to the hazardous waste place. Have to do my part environmentally :) Then, go through the upper shelves of my closet and underneath the bed and start putting stuff into the garage.
Final Touches Once all of the stuff has been placed into the garage and everything has been picked up, organized, and/or properly disposed of. I can vacuum, dust, and wipe everything clean, resulting in a room, worthy of being called, "clean."
Is Wednesday a realistic goal? We'll see...

Geez....did I just write about CLEANING?!? Somebody shoot me...

Out w/ the old...
So during stage 1 of cleaning my room last night, I came accross old b-day/x-mas cards. I don't know what it is, but I feel guilty about having to throw them away. I mean, honestly, I'm probably not gonna really read them again, and I really don't know what it is that makes me feel guilty about trashing them, but I do. Maybe it's because it's a gift from someone, or I feel like I'm throwing away their sentiment or something. Maybe it's because I'm just a pack rat and I hate throwing anything away. Anyway, I had to force myself past that little hurdle and began to throw them away. Even as I was doing so, I was overcome w/ hesitation...weird.

I am an old bed mattress...

Congratulatoins...
...to my coworker Paul Navarro and his wife Jennifer. They had a baby boy the other night. John Patrick was born at 9:20pm at 6lbs 14oz., 19 1/4 inches.

London is too funny...this is an excerpt of an e-mail my sister sent me. We were talking about stuff we need from target cuz we're supposed to go today, and here's what she said...

"I need...
...A toothbrush for London b/c I caught her using hers to clean the sink.
Ewww!
Then she started crying."
-How sad that she started crying, but I could totally picture her doing that.

Seriously, what is up with the weather lately? It was Africa Hot up until about Monday, where it got pretty darn cold and cloud cover seemed to appear at about 5-ish. And now it's hot again. What up w/ that yo? I know I used to want to be a weatherman, and I even took a meteorology class, so I should know...I guess I can look it up on WHY, but it's still weird. Summer seems to have been quite short this year, unless things really heat up again...

Let's boogie
Btw - 9 years ago today, the Number ONE song in the US was the MACARENA. Here is some info about the wonderful song many of us might not have known:

* The Macarena is a song by Los del Río, about a woman so called. It was originally released in 1993, as a new flamenco rumba pop fusion theme with fully Spanish lyrics, with a significant success in Spain. After being remixed by the Bayside Boys and having English lyrics added, it became a worldwide summer hit in 1996. It was associated with a distinctive fast dance. The song originally had no dance, until a Venezuelan Flamenco instructor created it for her class to dance to, and it eventually caught on with the rest of the world. During its heyday, it was played incessantly at professional athletic games, rallies, the United States Democratic Party's National Convention, and other places. The Macarena remained popular through 1996, but by the end of 1997, its popularity had diminished greatly.

* The Macarena dance is performed in time with the refrain of the song. To perform the dance, one places one's arms out, palm down, right arm, then left arm. Then the dancer turns his arms over, right, then left. The dancer puts his hands on his shoulders, first right hand on left shoulder, then left on right. Then the dancer puts his hands on his head, again right, then left. The dancer then places his arms on his hips, right hand on left hip, then left on right, places the hands on their respective hips, right then left, and finishes with a pelvic rotation in time with the line "Hey Macarena!" Then the dancer turns 90 degrees clockwise and repeats the same motions throughout the whole song. An alternative version of the dance replaces the pelvic rotation with a series of pelvic thrusts, as shown in the video for Los del Mar's recording of the song.

* In VH1's documentary 100 Greatest One Hit Wonders Macarena was ranked as number one.

* On a different VH1 documentary, titled 40 Awesomely Bad No. 1 Songs, Macarena was ranked as number one.
(Courtesy of wikipedia)

All hail the Macarena. Thank you for almost a decade of this wondrous dance :)

I am a case of the Moondays...

This has to be one of the most boring days man....

Coworkers
You know, some people don't really like to know their coworkers. Others don't like to have anything to do with them. And there are even those that like to completely separate their work lives and their personal lives. I am not one of those people. And I'm glad my coworkers...well most of them, are not those people either. I like how my coworkers hang out all the time, and do things together. I really like how my work provides outlets for us to get together outside of the workplace, like Dragonboat...and soon to be other sports as well...as soon as I can find some local leagues for us to join. A couple of them hang out on the weekends and do other things too, which is pretty cool. I don't always go and hang out, but it's cool to know I'm always welcome to if I want to. I was talking w/ one of my coworkers inbetween the dragonboat races and he was telling me how his friend asked him to be his IT guy once...and he told me that he couldn't be friends w/ someone and then work with them, just because of all the possible difficulties that could arise, but he saw no problem in becoming friends w/ coworkers. I think it's cool and I definitely agree. It definitely makes the day go by faster...except for days like today, of course.

It's a chopper!!!
I don't know what's goin on in my neighborhood lately man. Every night I can hear a helicopter hovering around at like 11 or 12 now. It briefly wakes me up when I'm asleep already, but if I have yet to fall asleep, it makes it a little difficult to do so. Is it like a different suspect every night? Or a new one? That would be even worse, he he he. Kinda scary, but not really...just more annoying. I just wish those damn criminals or whatever they're lookin for could be found w/o helicopters, or at least let them have that silent mode thingy, like in Thunderwolf.

Hmmmm, what else can I do...oh yeah. I haven't done this one yet...
Three names you go by:
1. Jay
2. lil Jay
3. beeb

Three screen names you have had:
1. lil_jay78
2. liljayster78
3. dearbornster

Three physical things you like about yourself:
1. my skin color
2. the shape of my head
3. My lack of chesthair and backhair

Three physical things you don't like about yourself:
1. My short ass legs
2. That I can't grow a full-on goatee, but it grows enough to be all scraggly
3. That I get injured so often

Three parts of your heritage:
1. My mom
2. My dad
3. My grandparents

Three things that scare you:
1. Losing loved ones
2. Forgetting
3. The future of the earth's environment...seriously

Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Driving
2. Eating
3. Peeing

Three of your favorite musical artists:
1. Weezer
2. Eagles
3. Jack Johnson

Three of your favorite songs:
1. You're Just Too Good to be True (Can't take my eyes off of you)
2. Do you love me?
3. Real Love (remix version)

Three things you want in a relationship:
1. Trust
2. Laughter
3. Openness

Three lies and truths in no particular order:
(lies)
1. The Civil War was all about slavery
2. I'm working right now
3. I know where Mt. Everest is geographically.
(truths)
1. I am bored and can't think of a first answer.
2. I was once bitten by a monkey.
3. You will be reading this entry after I have already written it.

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. Nice smile
2. Long legs
3. Arse

Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Goin out w/ the gf
2. Playing basketball
3. Reading

Three things you want to do really badly now:
1. Leave work early
2. Go to my car
3. Go home

Three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. Fighter Pilot
2. Sniper
3. Architect

Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Hawaii(again)
2. Australia
3. Greece

Three kids’ names you like:
1. Jeremiah
2. London
3. Totoy

Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Have grandkids
2. Run a marathon
3. Win the lottery.

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. I love to watch/play sports
2. I do not express myself very well
3. I have a guy voice

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. I try to watch what I eat
2. I like musicals
3. I like dancing

Three celeb crushes:
1. Brooke Burke
2. Jessical Alba
3. Anna Kournikova(for Cicely, he he he)

Now it's your turn! FOUR people that I would like to see take this quiz now:
Since I think I'm the last one to have done this, there IS no one else to tag.

I am a moment to be proud of...

We are the weenerz!!!




Dragonboat races this weekend. We did it!!! Got to the final heats in both of our divisions and we won medals for both! Hard to imagine we've improved so much over the past few months. I guess practice DOES have its benefits. It was a very long weekend of fun in the sun and rowing like mad-people, he he he. Pictures to come(probably from Cic's blog later).